as your body ages
the soul needs a new host
a new beginning
a new hope
your day of wreckoning will soon come
soon for you soul to roam
until it finds a new home
how long will this go on for
as your ending shows in sight
your new beginer knows all right
you will soon be able to take flight
just as high as the night
as your ender will flip over time
you will be granted another prize
you will be granted with another life
this process gos on for ever
but theres one thing to remember
if your soul isnt clean
you will have the eternal slumber
but remember
stay pure
and stay clean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem